Eric: There once was a little boy named Steven. And if I just punched him once we’d be even.

Eric: I hope you wore a condom.Lizzie: Well he wore a condom.Eric: Well that’s… you’re so smart, huh?!

Eric: You’re not my girlfriend. You’re my girl enemy.

Lloyd: Alright, if Eric comes in here, we take him down.Ron: Woah, okay. I’m not taking anyone down, okay? You know, I’m from Canada. We don’t take people down.Lloyd: Man, you Americans are such nancies about fighting. Back in the East End, you can’t even finish a Yorkshire pudding without some guy—WHAM—to the back of the head. Ron and Marshall look at each other Lloyd: Alright. Are you two men, or pretty little ladies?Ron: Pretty lady right here.Marshall: I’m a pretty lady.

Lloyd: In every man resides a fighter, Steven.Steven: Where? Does he hide in my ass?